Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Suriname and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Leonard Cohen to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Junior Murvin,
The Barracudas,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cure,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Golliwogs,
Bang On A Can,
The Fortunes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dead C,
Rufus Thomas,
Pierre Henry,
Swell Maps,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fad Gadget,
Grandmaster Flash,
Little Man,
Vainqueur,
Supertramp,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sight & Sound,
Inner City,
Television,
Magma,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Visage,
Interpol,
The Monochrome Set,
Public Enemy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Leaves,
The Smiths,
Tommy Roe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Freddie Wadling,
The Blues Magoos,
Bob Dylan,
Shuggie Otis,
The Seeds,
Tomorrow,
10cc,
Stiv Bators,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Trojans,
New Age Steppers,
Royal Trux,
Crispy Ambulance,
JFA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moebius,
Lalann,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Velvet Underground,
The Move,
The Invisible,
Talk Talk,
Mantronix,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.